/lit/ - Literature

Hermione stood up slyly from her desk. Class was dismissed and never before did she need to go to the bathroom this bad. Her bowels cramped; she had never felt such excruciating pain. She hurried out the door and proceeded down the hall to the nearest lavatory. There was a large crowd of girls surrounding the door way. “What’s going on?” Hermione asked one of the older girls. “The bathroom is full; apparently some sickness is going around.” The girl responded. Hermione heard that some girls where having problems, but she never imagined she would fall victim to them. Judging by the line, it would take about a good thirty minutes before she could reach a toilet. She shrugged and made way for the next nearest toilet.

Darting around the corner, Hermione decided she would go to one of the lesser used restrooms. She hastily walked around the corners as she felt the pressure build in her butt. After a minute of walking, she remembered that the bathroom she was heading too was closed for renovation. “Oh god!” Hermione cringed as she collapsed to knees. She could feel her urine slosh around in her already bursting bladder. “Bloody hell…” She whispered to herself.

Hermione wasted no time; it was now or never. She looked behind her, no one was coming. The hall in front of her was also clear. She could hear the voices of students chattering away at a distance, but they didn’t seem to approach her. She dropped her books to the ground and quickly reached under the skirt of her school uniform. She felt the pressure build. The only thing Hermione wanted to do was alleviate the pain. The waistband of her panties stretched around her delicate fingers. Of all places she could do this, this was the least desirable spot. She gave the hall one last scope before tugging her white undies down and off.